Wednesday, November 12, 2008

No Day Like Today


Woke up this morning just glad to be alive. We've been in Virginia Beach for one week now and we've met tons of colorful people. Charity, Katie, and I went over to Avinell's apartment for coffee and cake yesterday morning and it was one of my favorite days of the tour so far. Avinell is just so full of life...at 91 years old! I'm 22 and some days I don't want to get out of bed. I have so much energy and opportunity to change the world but I just assume I have so much time and I can just kind of float right now. Thankfully God put me in a place to meet someone like Avinell who reminds me to seize the day...everyday.


1 Corinthians 15:58

"Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain."

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Virginia has a face...and another name.


Her name is Avinell and she's 91 years old. She's one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. We went to a house church here in Virginia Beach, VA and she came up and introduced herself to us and instantly we were friends. Bossom buddies...kindred spirits of you will. I'm blogging about her because she impacted my life so much in just a few minutes. She shared about her son who was mentally disabled. She took care of him for 57 years and he died recently. "I can't wait to see him in heaven so he can talk to me. He never was able to talk to me."


When we asked her about how she met Jesus her whole face lit up. She went to a minister many years ago to counsel her regarding her son and he asked her if she knew Jesus. She replied by saying she believed in God but wasn't sure she was going to heaven. The minister told her to go home and talk to God. When she did she said she was filled with peace and hope. Her eyes were sparkling as she was speaking. I wish I could show you. You'll just have to meet her.


Oh and by the way, I want to name my daughter Avindell.


Tuesday, November 4, 2008

The Beauty of Simplicity.


These two gorgeous little girls are with us on tour right now. I just love to watch them play and laugh and fight with one another. There's an innocent trust in their eyes as the look up at me while holding my hand. They know that I'll take care of them and get them where they want to go. Today I laid Isabella (the little girl on the right) down for a nap and she smiled at me as she laid down...she was ready to sleep peacefully knowing I was right there. She wasn't alone.


As I think anticipate the results of the election tonight I am fighting fear that is deep in my heart. I feel it weighing down in my stomach. I am scared to think of what our nation could become. As I look at these cute little girls I am reminded to trust God. We as His people are not alone. He cares for us and hears our prayers. I gotta keep praying! I'm not gonna stop...even if the results are not when I think should happen.


Sunday, November 2, 2008

D.C. Disaster!


Just kidding. Washington D.C. is 85% amazing and 15% overwhelming. There's just so much stuff. SO many memorials that you can't memorize the names of any of them. It all kind of squishes together into a spongecake of patriotism. Ok, that was a weird metaphor.


The thing that hit me the most was reading Lincoln's Second Inaugural Address on the wall of the Lincoln Memorial. It nearly made me cry. The passion and the true ideals of freedom that were conveyed in so few words just blew me away. Here it is in case you haven't read it for a while:


"Fellow Countrymen:
At this second appearing to take the oath of the Presidential office there is less occasion for an extended address than there was at the first. Then a statement somewhat in detail of a course to be pursued seemed fitting and proper. Now, at the expiration of four years, during which public declarations have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the energies of the nation, little that is new could be presented. The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself, and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured.
On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war. All dreaded it, all sought to avert it. While the inaugural address was being delivered from this place, devoted altogether to saving the Union without war, insurgent agents were in the city seeking to destroy it without war—seeking to dissolve the Union and divide effects by negotiation. Both parties deprecated war, but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive, and the other would accept war rather than let it perish. And the war came.
One-eighth of the whole population were colored slaves, not distributed generally over the Union, but localized in the southern part of it. These slaves constituted a peculiar and powerful interest. All knew that this interest was somehow the cause of the war. To strengthen, perpetuate, and extend this interest was the object for which the insurgents would rend the Union even by war, while the Government claimed no right to do more than to restrict the territorial enlargement of it. Neither party expected for the war the magnitude or the duration which it has already attained. Neither anticipated that the cause of the conflict might cease with or even before the conflict itself should cease. Each looked for an easier triumph, and a result less fundamental and astounding. Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes His aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces, but let us judge not, that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered. That of neither has been answered fully. The Almighty has His own purposes. 'Woe unto the world because of offenses; for it must needs be that offenses come, but woe to that man by whom the offense cometh.' If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him? Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said 'the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether'.
With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation's wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan – to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations."


I know that was a little long but I think it's worth the time to read it. As we approach Election Day I am compelled to earnestly pray for the United States. Asking God to give us a passion for true freedom...freedom from sin.